So my life has been kind of... de-railed the past 16 years (22 now)
& after talking to like-minded people
feeling my depression elevate when i'm true to myself.
I realized it was truely time to see a therapist
So I told my mom I wanted to see one but didn't really dare to say it was about TG, thought to myself i'll just go through with it and end up on HRT and they'll notice eventually
"Mom, i'd love to see a therapist"
"HEHE *sigh of relief* i'm happy you finally realize it!"
"Why?"
hmmm myeah uhhh hmm idk
"Do you like men?"
Well no... well idk... Men are so unpalatable!
"oh so you want to remodel yourself?"
:O
Well that was that really
Now to find a decent therapist, the one I had in mind is a two hour drive so that's a shame
She's showing a lot of support and understanding but in a way I think she just accepts whatever because i've been so depressed the past ten years
Then again she knows a transgender herself (she is so beautiful also, she transitioned at 40 and barely looks past 30 now wow!!!!)
But I don't think she truely realizes in how far this goes... Not untill I go en femme I suppose.
I'm experiencing quite a lot of dissociation at the moment, is this real?
Owell that's something i've experienced my whole life.
I know it won't solve everything in life but it might just give me the confidence to tackle all project I take on from now.
Well I hope this is the first step on the road to happiness.
